Chapter 77:

Affectionate couples both broke rumors at the awards ceremony, breaking up the online
representatives
that were in full swing. The journalists who had been through the battle were shaking their hands, crowded to take photos of the scene, and quickly uploaded the first-hand information. Take the lead.
In just a few minutes, Weibo was paralyzed.
There are too many messages popping out, and there are endless press releases, but before the page collapsed, among the screams by the crazy butchery version, the one with the highest frequency was a picture.
The figure adjusted the color attentively.
On the red carpet under the night, a lot of shots were surrounding, the reporters' expressions were eager, the bodyguards on both sides solemnly opened, these were painted in black and white.
Only the two intimate figures among the people retain the vivid colors.
Huo Yunshen wrapped Yan Qing in her arms with a suit. She was wearing a thin flashing dress and entangled with his ironed trousers. The man's black eyes drooped, focusing on Yan Qing, as if the world had nothing to do with him.
He was still fierce and cold, but all the tenderness and love were given to one person.
There is no substitute at all. Huo Yunshen will not let anyone replace Yun Qing. The one he coveted has always been her.
The questioning and taunts of Yan Qing were washed away, and became the undisputed top of the snowy mountain of the female entertainment star.
As a singer, she has a natural voice that others can't ask for. The entire album is original. The achievements she has achieved are extremely good. Even the idols of the women's group who have been questioned halfway have achieved the ultimate. After a few months on the stage, they still shine. The pinnacle girl S, no one can compare.
As Mrs. Huo, and the first love of President Huo, the entire Huo family gave her a random world, and the obsession of men is about to overflow the screen. During this time, everyone saw it with his own eyes. Qing Dou occupies the magpie's nest, now it's okay, it's all private property in the palms of others.
What are some of the top luxury endorsements? Now it seems that as long as Yan Qing is willing, the entertainment industry is completely sideways.
"Fuck it! Let's say it early, tossing for so long, it's a leap to touch porcelain for a long time!"
The black fans have completely halted their flags. Once the Internet has been shut down, no matter what their homeowners are, they can't dream to compare with Huo's wife.
Some of them stopped in time, and they changed their numbers. They touched Qingqing Weibo and shouted shamelessly underneath: "Qingbao, in fact, I am the CP fan of President Huo and Huo!"
The whole network is at its peak, and the affectionate couple CP fans have become the biggest winners.
"Isn't my fandom a sadomasochistic couple? The good stand-in terrier, the good glass is picking sugar! What a sweet situation!"
"Every day I'm worried about waiting for the divorce, and the result is a hundred years of good luck?"
"Pick up the treasure! Mom's actress who is not only my follower is the pinnacle, even my knocking CP is also the ceiling of inner entertainment!"
"So there is no reason why Yan Qing's top match is not a fan? Fans of other idols should worry about their business ability. The gossip object can't get on the table, no resources and no status are excluded. Just lie and win! "
Yan Qing's fans soared overnight, and the few Weibo posts were all screaming.
"Mom is used to chasing little scumbags, let me feel the thrill of standing on the top of the mountain and looking down on the scum!"
"Mrs. Seeking business! Seeking to sing! Seeking affection! Seeking the affectionate couple to fit!"
Outside the venue of the award ceremony, the prepared car was parked not far away, and the doors opened respectfully.
After leaving the reporter's circle, Yan Qing's stiletto heels were replaced with flat-bottomed soft shoes. The dress was also taken off. She wore a pair of glutinous wide-leg pants and kicked in the night breeze, holding the phone screen to Huo Yunshen. Nian: "Look for the affectionate couple to fit--"
"Fitness?" Huo Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, whispering, "I also beg."
Yan Qing was stunned and his face suddenly turned red, only to realize that this sentence was ambiguous.
Huo Yunshen asked meaningfully: "I haven't looked after me for so long, who promised to double the compensation?"
Yan Qing pursed her lips and smiled.
She has been busy for a long time, hoping to give him two performances prepared for him and public clarifications with trophies. The delivery is delivered, but her husband is sorely in need of comfort.
Originally ... She also prepared a special gift.
Yan Qing Xing's eyes contained water, Yingying looked at him: "You promise me something, I will compensate you."
"As many as you promise."
She took his hand: "Deeply, we go back to the old house to sleep today."
In the rented house in Jiangbei, she lived with Huo Yunshen for nearly a year since she went to college. His happiness and pain are there. After her memory is restored, she has not gone back.
The lights from the first floor to the third floor in the corridor were still on, and they were all spotless and clean. A staircase was said to have passed through countless times, but when he stepped on it again with complete memories, his heart was rubbing.
Yan Qing walked up slowly, and her back and knees were suddenly embraced by Huo Yun. She couldn't help but pick her up.
"Your legs are just right, don't eat too much!"
"My wife is not heavy," he bowed his head, kissed her eyes, and rubbed his throat grievously. "Let me hug you up. In those three years, I thought too many times."
Yan Qing's eyes were hot, and she wasn't struggling anymore. She hugged his neck obediently and listened to his heartbeat, following the tremor of his chest.
It only takes one minute to go upstairs and ten seconds to open the door. After the door panel is slammed shut, the surroundings are silent, and there is only the rapid breath of entanglement.
The key fell to the ground, and the bag in Yan Qing's hand was crooked to the side. She was placed on the low cabinet of the porch, and her back was against the wall. The man's hands were on both sides of her, squeezing her into the corner. Kiss up.
It was too late for Yan Qing to make a sound, his consciousness was all plundered, his wet lips were resisted by him, and the tip of his tongue invaded unsatisfiedly. He was bitter and bitter, biting her tenderly.
She hugged him and responded, licking him lightly, in exchange for his tremor.
Yan Qing's heart was bloated and astringent, stroking the back of his head, his fingers pierced into his short hair, and mumbled: "I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm really back."
Huo Yun deeply sucked her slightly swollen lips and responded dumbly.
Yan Qing dragged her around the bag, took a square box from it, and put it in Huo Yunshen's hand: "Deep, you look."
Huo Yun's eyes were a little red, and he lifted the lid and tightened his fingers.
The box is covered with cotton, and on top of it is a flawless glass ball.
He had one, and Qing Qing smiled to him on his birthday, saying that he would make him happy all his life. Later, in the bedroom of this house, she was smashed by her hands. He couldn't make it with glue.
What is in front of me now is exactly the same as the original one.
Many years ago, it was difficult to find the same thing. Qing Qing did not know how much time it took.
Looking at his shaking expression, Yan Qing couldn't help but want to cry, picked up his face and pecked twice, and said softly: "Huo Yunshen, this is a gift for you, and I will make you happy all your life."
His dumb voice was shaking: "This time, does speaking count?"
"Counting," Yan Qing clasped his five fingers. "No matter where I go, I will never leave you alone."
Huo Yunshen's chest was ups and downs, and immediately lifted her to enter the room. Yan Qing still had a big deal unfinished. I was afraid that once the gate was opened, there would be no chance to avoid him to do it. I ’m hungry and want to eat fried milk made by my husband. "
His hands were still pinched on her waist, and his clothes were half set.
Yan Qing endured the beautiful thoughts that he wanted to hang on him, and looked down at him with his eyes closed: "Think-eat-"
Huo Yunshen was able to get his wife what to do, but it was not what he wanted. He put her on the bed, and helped her to change her comfortable home clothes. Finally, she felt the coolness of her instep and found her plush socks to put on her. After wearing it, Kissed on her soft toes.
"Wait and wait," he glanced darkly, "no more jumping off the window to escape."
The man was cautious and vengeful, Yan Qing pinched him with a smile: "I won't jump if you catch me--"
She aimed her husband into the kitchen and moved quickly in the noise while the cooker hood was on. She pulled the mattress hard, and there was a small box hidden in the corner deep inside the storage bed box.
Sure enough, he never found out.
Yan Qing took it out, returned the bed to its original state, and quietly took out the handbook in the box and turned a few pages, all of which were full of immature and round fonts, and a little diary written by the young girl.
At that time, the word "hand account" was not popular. She only knew that she wanted to remember, so she picked the most beautiful book, with pictures and text, and a clumsy stick figure, every time she went to Huo Zhai to see Brother Yunshen. The process of writing down.
That's right ...
When she was a girl, she tied her pigtails and jumped up and down behind him. It was Brother Yunshen who didn't shout in her mouth.
A whole book, from the first acquaintance at the age of five, until he was expelled from the Huo family's blank, and then rescued by him outside the school, she persevered to chase him and ran, crying, laughing and smiling are imprinted in it.
Yan Qing turned to the back and posted several photos of her candid photos.
The young Huo Yunshen was docile and unruly, and her brows were always ice-frozen, but the moment she photographed, it was him who pursed his lips and smirked silently while holding the bauble she gave.
What he forgot is written in this book.
She had n’t mentioned it before because she did n’t want her loved one to learn that she had lost her memory and felt owed to her. But now, she wanted to let him know that she wanted to tell him that he has always been unique to her, without panic and humbleness.
But can't give it right away ...
She wants to choose a place that carries her memory and do something big.
Yan Qing hid the book in the drawer on the bedside table. If nothing happened, she ran out to watch her husband cook. The fried milk just came out of the pan. Huo Yunshen mentioned Yan Qing and put it on her lap.
The milk bar was a little long, and Yan Qing couldn't swallow it. She stayed outside for a while and smiled to fiddle with his lips.
Huo Yun's eyes were deep and deep, biting, and slowly moving forward until she was close to her lips.
Yan Qing swallowed with red ears, and his passionate kiss overwhelmed him: "Qing Qing, I am also hungry."
Not the same as her hunger.
"To take a bath……"
Huo Yun held her decisively, her thin clothes fell all the way, and when she stepped into the bathroom, her legs slipped accidentally and almost fell from his arms.
He picked it up and stroked her slender legs around his waist.
Opposite is the bathroom mirror. In the large mirror, the girl's upper body is white against his chest, a pair of legs trembling around his waist, and hard and tight against each other.
Huo Yunshen stretched his arms, and dumbly lured her: "I like this pose."
Yan Qing was about to explode and said incoherently, "Why, do you want to change one--"
He squeezed her palm and pressed her tightly, and the voice of Magi Shen twitched her eardrum too much.
"Baby, please me."